After presents, the adults remained in the large living room tosocialize, while the teens adjourned to the basement which was set up asa recreation ro...om, with an amazing stereo system. Janice hooked her I-pod to the input and began streaming her playlist. It wasn't longbefore the kids began dancing to some of the latest hits. Danielle soonfound that her girl cousins readily accepted her, while the boys weresomewhat skeptical. They couldn't imagine someone being born male butwanting to be a. He pulled the bus over and walked to the rear to investigate.Rhonda and Abby were pretty high and didn't realize that Todd was standing there watching them giggling. Rhonda was seventeen, a junior on the cheer squad. Abby, a senior, was eighteen, the volleyball captain. Todd loudly cleared his throat. "You know that stuff is illegal," he said with a stern look."Oops!" giggled Rhonda. Abby didn't say anything, but he could tell she was worried."I should report this," he continued."Mr. Todd,. Feel him. Touch him. Taste him. Smell him. My craving for him consumes me and I spread my legs further apart. He ravages me. I’m pressed flat against the unforgiving surface and I move the massager directly on my clit like a hard cock, with relentless intensity, then slightly retreating, much like his rigid length sliding in and out of my tight slickness. The familiar vibration starts humming within. With his hand on my throat, he pounds my cunt and all I feel is pure heat. I’m on fire, burning. So she did some searching and found Becky. God knows where she found Becky, but she did. Becky was every bit the classic closeted crossdressing male that longed for the dream job of serving a confident and powerful Mistress. Becky was every bit willing to bend over backwards for her Mistress, and Becky's Mistress was about to bend her in all sorts of directions.That first appointment, as far back as it was, was Becky's first day on the job. Her Mistress had left very specific instructions with.